As Told Over Brunch is a home for intelligent discourse from the twenty-something perspective - so the stuff you gossip about over mimosas on Sunday morning or over takeout on your friend's couch when happy hour ends too early. We love chatting about our lives, whether it be the relationships we’re building (or destroying), lessons we've learned at work, struggles at school, growing pains we've felt, or even the food we’re talking over.

A couple weeks ago, Cazey was making a recommendation and exclaimed, "OH NICKELBACK!"

To which I giggled because that's a has-been band. What he wanted to say was Little Nickel, a new brother to Kitchen 64.

My soul has been doing something similar recently. It's been screaming out Forged in Fire (a television show I have never seen, but heard about from my Dad before) when it really just wanted to try biscuits at Salt & Forge, Jackson Ward's new casual dining spot.

I first heard about Salt & Forge from an old coworker, whose review was that it was, "Stupidly delicious!"

Needless to say, I need to be where the stupidly delicious biscuits are.

Caz and I both hit the gym separately and then met up to undo all the good work we did at the gym at Salt & Forge.

I get anxious about parking sometimes, so I was a bit nervous that it would be a headache to try to get to Salt & Forge.

Last night I had a NIGHTMARE that I parked in a two-hour parking spot and forgot to move my car after the limit. THESE ARE THE THINGS MY SUBCONSCIOUS STRESSES ABOUT.

Thankfully, parking was easy! We found street parking within a block. The front of the store is unassuming brick with a black and white sign. When you walk in, you're greeted with high ceilings, long tables and a straight shot to the register.

Cazey and I paused at the register to check over the menu. He settled quickly on the bacon, egg and cheese with double eggs. My eyes went straight to the Asheville, which was a homemade buttermilk biscuit with a crispy chicken breast, topped with sweet potato puree, slaw, egg and sriracha aioli.

I was going to not drink coffee because it was hot outside and the iced coffee was $4. However, as soon as Cazey said he was getting it, I had FOMO so I ordered myself an iced coffee too.

I stalled for a minute to decide whether or not you tip when you're at a restaurant where you order it at a register, but settled for a small tip since I assumed they'd bring it to the table.

I grabbed some water and settled down at the table. Within a few minutes my food made it to the table. I had every intention of waiting for Cazey's food to arrive, but as soon as I snapped a few pictures, I immediately dug in.

I began with the grilled grapefruit (it seemed less rude to eat that while Cazey waited). It was juicy, sweet and sour. I wish I had more than a slice.

The biscuit was picture-esque, especially paired with Cazey's straw hat and sunglasses.

Once Cazey's biscuit came out, I dug in. The biscuit was -- as promised -- stupidly delicious. Plus, the sweet potato puree added a flare to a normal chicken biscuit. As always, I could have used more drizzle, but was thoroughly impressed with the combination of the sweet and salty flavor.

Cazey's biscuit was delicious, with thick-cut bacon, cheese and eggs. He also appreciated the price and size compared to other biscuit makers in town.